Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry.

As a transmigrator who has only been in this world for a few days, it would be a miracle if I could master unparalleled martial arts in just three days.

But when it comes to "remembering"...

Cheng Lingshuang's teaching methods are actually quite philosophical.

She harassed Zhang Yang for three afternoons.

It wasn't just random shooting.

Every move was used on Zhang Yang in a real way, making him "remember" it with his body.

Once you've been struck by random lightning, you'll know what it's like.

Once you've been struck by lightning, you'll know what kind of trajectory lightning follows.

Once you've been hit by a landslide, you'll know what kind of force it is.

The body is more honest than the brain.

Muscle memory is much more reliable than rote memorization.

Zhang Yang had to admit that although the method was painful, it was indeed effective.

By the afternoon of the third day, he was able to perform all six moves of the boxing routine quite well.

Although it still lacks a "soul," at least it resembles it in form.

Cheng Ling Shuang looked at it but didn't say anything.

Zhang Yang didn't know if she was satisfied.

The woman remained expressionless from beginning to end, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Forget it.

Anyway, I did my best.

However, practicing martial arts is not the most outrageous thing.

The most outrageous thing is every night.

……

At night, Zhang Yang was lying on the bed grimacing and rubbing his shoulders when the door was pushed open and Cheng Ling Shuang walked in, carrying a bowl of dark green plaster in one hand and a medicine box in the other.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Cheng Ling Shuang: "Take off your clothes."

Zhang Yang: "???"

"I said, take off your clothes."

"No, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Yang instinctively shrank back.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything, it's just that the plot isn't going quite right.

Cheng Ling Shuang looked at him expressionlessly: "You practiced during the day, and although it was only superficial, your muscles and bones still need to be loosened, otherwise you won't be able to continue tomorrow."

As she spoke, she walked to the bedside, placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, and opened the medicine box.

Inside, various bottles and jars were neatly stacked, along with some strange, dark-colored objects. (Ling)

"This plaster is a recipe passed down by the immortal Chi Yuan. It's made from thirty-six medicinal herbs, including tiger bone, deer antler, saffron, and thousand-year-old ginseng, and is specifically for treating injuries to muscles and bones, and stagnation of qi and blood."

As Cheng Ling Shuang spoke, she used her finger to scoop out a piece of dark green plaster.

"In addition, our unique finger massage technique can relax muscles and improve blood circulation. After three days, your physique will no longer hold you back."

Zhang Yang understood.

Isn't this just muscle relaxation after exercising?

What thirty-six medicinal herbs, what unique finger massage techniques—it's all just about promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and eliminating lactic acid buildup.

The ancients certainly made it sound quite mysterious.

"I can do it myself..."

Zhang Yang reached out to take the ointment.

Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at him, showing no emotion, but Zhang Yang's hand froze in mid-air.

Do you know which acupoints to press?

"do not know."

Do you know how much force is involved?

"do not know."

Do you know the pathways of meridians?

"do not know either."

"Are you trying to cripple yourself?"

"..."

Zhang Yang had nothing to say.

Well, they're professionals.

So he lay on the bed shirtless, while a white-haired woman applied ointment and massaged him.

Who would believe you if you told them this?

However, to be fair, Cheng Ling Shuang's hands are indeed skilled.

Her fingers pressed on my back with light pressure, but the sensation was incredibly penetrating.

It felt strange, like a warm current seeping into her skin from her fingertips and drilling into the gaps between her bones.

The soreness accumulated during the day's martial arts practice slowly dissipated under the wash of this warm current.

Zhang Yang lay on the bed, so comfortable he almost groaned out loud.

"Your physical condition is worse than I imagined."

Okay, I can't hum anymore.

As Cheng Ling Shuang massaged him, she said, "Your veins are thin and your bones are stiff. It's only because your body is young that you can withstand this. If it were someone else, this physique wouldn't last even three days."

Zhang Yang thought to himself, "This woman really doesn't hold back at all when she speaks."

However, he also thought to himself, "I'm a modern person who sits in an office or goes to school all day. It's already pretty good that I have this kind of physique."

You were lucky enough to have traveled through time and returned to your peak high school days. If you were a college student with clear eyes, you would probably be even more disgusted.

Da da da……

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Then Li Sushang's voice came through the wooden door: "Master! What are you doing?"

Cheng Ling Shuang didn't even look up: "Apply the medicine."

"Men and women should not touch each other, Master!"

Li Sushang rushed in and grabbed the medicine jar from Cheng Lingshuang's hand: "Let me do it! How can you, Master, do this yourself!"

Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at her, said nothing, and stood up.

"Apply the ointment evenly, with moderate pressure, first massage the back of the shoulder..."

"I know, I know!" Li Sushang waved her hands repeatedly, "Master, you should go and rest!"

Cheng Ling Shuang turned and walked out of the room.

Li Sushang watched her figure disappear outside the door, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and glared at Zhang Yang.

"...What?" Zhang Yang felt a little guilty under her gaze.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

You're laughing at me inside.

"You could tell that?"

Li Sushang snorted, put the medicine pot on the table, and prepared to start.

Then she froze.

The medicine bottle has been brought over.

Zhang Yang also took off his clothes.

but……

He needed to take off his clothes so she could apply the medicine to him...

Li Sushang suddenly realized that this matter seemed much more difficult to handle than she had imagined.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.

Zhang Yang coughed and said, "Or, should I do it myself?"

"No."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"I……"

Li Sushang gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and reached out her hand.

Then came Zhang Yang's scream: "Gently! This is meat!"

"I know!"

"Be gentle!"

"Don't make a sound! I'm looking for acupressure points."

"You're clearly pounding garlic!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Shut up!"

Outside, Cheng Ling Shuang stood in the courtyard, listening to the sounds coming from inside, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Chapter Seventeen: Why Did He Die Again?

The third night.

It's still the same old routine of applying medicine and massaging.

However, Cheng Ling Shuang was brought back to the show. Li Su Chang stood to the side, her eyes filled with a subtle emotion, a sense of unease lingering in her heart.

Everyone in the world knows that Lin Chaoyu, the leader of the Taixu Sword Sect and the head of the seven disciples of the Red Kite True Man, married Ma Feima, a "madman" who is more than twenty years younger than him.

Now, his master is also one of the Seven Swords of Taixu. He is thirty-seven years old now. Although he still looks like a young girl, he is just over twenty years old.

Although Master seems to be naturally immune to romantic relationships, with Lin Chaoyu's example before us, we must be careful!

Brother Zhang, cheer up! Don't let that old woman fool you!

Cheng Lingshuang applied the medicine and massaged the area smoothly: "We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"You've already memorized the stances of six punches; there's no point in practicing any more. You don't have internal strength, so practicing more will just be for show."

She paused for a moment, then said, "After three days, I've made my own judgment about you."

As Zhang Yang listened, he vaguely sensed that what was about to be said might not be pleasant to hear.

"You are a foolish person."

really.

Although I was mentally prepared, it still hurt a little to hear it so bluntly.